"You're The Calm To My Storm. The Type To Make A Deformed Man Reform. Blessed With A Beautiful, Mind

Is it safe. Is it safe. Is it safe.

Spreadsheets and "making a living" are getting in the way of my joy. I want to surf, drink coffee and get ripped. I want to meditate, read books and have conversations about tea being the elixir of life. I want to walk barefoot in dense forests and know each flower by name and I mean binomial nomenclature name. I have no interest in sitting in another meeting where we get nothing done and say nothing because people are throwing their weight around. I want to dabble in alchemy. You people are wasting my years, and my patience is so close to zero.

I changed jobs, shed people, got a whole new set of daily habits, started journaling again and I am doing some of the things I really want to do, but have never made time for. But, I can still feel my mind being pulled in a thousand different directions, like whatever was wrong is still wrong. My heart is still shrinking, I get quieter by the day, the level of disinterest in me is unbelievable. The nightmares persist, I'm dreaming of drowning again. Same spiral.

A winner knows when to stop

On the screen near Debonairs in Montecasino, Johannesburg

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Drink tea

Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Athan Anagnostopoulos, from Maria Nephele: A Poem in Two Voices; "The Poet's Song"

I have trouble sleeping, but you wear me out. I think I confused that with finding rest in your arms.

Please beloved, we're no longer giving anyone this kind of power.

Don't allow others to consume you. If they don't call, go to sleep. If they don't message you, put away your phone & have a good day. If they are distant and refuse to tell you what's wrong, go home and do something fun. You live for yourself first. They are secondary.

Me AF

me: *watches criminal minds for 9 hours* anything: *makes a noise* me: I’m looking for a white male between the ages of 25-45 probably a loner probably most definitely hates women probably drives a red late model dodge truck probably lives alone his moms name is Helen and his favorite color skittles are the red ones